Four-thirty. No Ed. He never works past four. Text. 'Where are u?" Work. Call u in a bit."Where's my Ed?He says he's going to call. He calls. "Hi, my ...ana," he said."Ed, where are you?" I'm at work. We had a little fire in the server room. My whole plant network's down." That sounds really bad." It's like the apocalypse for an IT guy. We have to get everything in here restored. We lost servers. Drives. Routers. Cables. That whole schmeer." Are you coming home soon?" Probably not until later.. Her eyes dropped to stare at my groin and then fixed me in a glare, her face bright red, clearly furious at the decision and my part in it. She turned to the umpire and was almost about to say something before changing her mind and instead walking slowly along the baseline with her shoulders slumped to the other court. Her opponent clearly rallied at the decision and took the game, then broke serve for the set shortly after. The third set was a blur, and I can remember little about it, but Mrs. They both got out the car to go get a kebab each leaving me and Rheanna in the back of the car . now was my chance . i lent over and sniffed her hair . it was so nice the smell was incredible so i decided to stick my tongue out and started licking up her face and around her ear . i then grabbed her right hand and stuck it down my trousers and clenched her hand around my stiff hard 8 inch cock . i saw they had just ordered so i had plenty of time . i slid my trousers down , exposing my hard cock. We all had busy schedules, so we'd made attempts at coordinating our leisure time. For the first couple of weeks in September, Sunday afternoons had been devoted to NFL football in the room of Barry and Dennis; they had a color TV. But the pro football players had gone out on strike, which wiped out part of the 1982 NFL season. As a result, we'd adopted a different Sunday tradition; we simply went outside and threw around a football. Julia took part in this activity, too. I certainly didn't.